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Yeah I used to work with a guy named frankie acosta
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We were butter stripers down at the challange creamary
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Striping the cardboard off of 70 pound cubes of butter
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Yeah it was hot back then summer of 1963
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And frankie, man he'd get so angry
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He'd say "see at what the women make me do"
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Then he'd break of a splinter from a dirty wooden pallet
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And stick it like a knife in one of those big old butter cubes
        
            Am
That's what work is
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That's what love is
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A little pleasure and a little misery
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Now everytime it gets hard out here
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I think of LA back in 1963
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Hey hey


Then I got a job working for the city of englewood
Running the chipper chiping limbs off of trees
I worked with a guy named crazy dave mackland
And one day he almost ran a tractor over me
We were out chopping weeds near south central
When the riots broke out and the skys turned a firey red and brown
And I called up my girlfriend on a pay phone
And said baby I love ya but I think Gods gonna finally burn Gamora down

That's what work is
That's what love is
You build a house of straw and the flames lick the sky
Now everytime I fall in love out here
I think of LA back in 1969

I finally got a job driving a rose truck
Santa barbara midnight to LA fifth and main
All jacked up on coffee cheap speed and donuts
Walking around the LA flower market in the rain
Every morning I'd eat breakfast down at the pantry on figaroa
The waiters were always old time ex-cons
Then we'd load the truck back up with empty rose boxes
And drive on up the coast through the california dawn

That's what work is
That's what love is
Two eggs over easy on a t-bone steak
Everytime I see the sunrise on the ocean
I think of LA back in 1968

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